Roseland, La
March 2, 1890
Dear Ma and All the Dear Ones,
Your letter of the 25th has come to hand
tonight. We are glad to hear that you,
Ma, was improving but sorry to hear that Winfred was not very well. I hope
that he is all right ere this reaching you.
Glad to hear that you received my letter of last week and its contents
all right. Am glad that you were able
to help Arthur to get his board paid and pants too. I have been obliged to get an overcoat and two
pairs of pants since I came here. I sent
to Boston to Plymouth Rock Pants Co for last pair as I could not get any to fit
any nearer.
Your cold wave reached us here on Friday last when instead
of snow, as with you, we had wind and heavy rain and frost yesterday, this
morning too, which killed some of the garden truck. I wrote
to Mr. Adams last week. I hope to hear
from the friends there that they are all doing well over the La grippe.
How is Uncle Henry getting along? I have
not heard you say anything about him lately.
I hope he is well. Give my kindest
regards to him. Have not heard from
Arthur the past week. When is his vacation? Let me know when you write. What has Robbie done about Howard’s colt?
Ma, you must be very careful that you do not take cold by
going into the creamery or out of doors to hunt eggs. While it is so cold, any set back after the La
Grippe is something worse than the grippe itself, so it behooves you to be very
careful in this respect . Not to be too venturesome.
I hope that both Frank & Minnie have both got well
again. I shall be glad to hear from
Winfred when he has time to write me.
Also from Robbie and Mattie too.
My love and regards to all and all enquiring friends. From,
Father
PS – I have just returned from taking care of a sick man….
now PM. As I was called away, George
came in with a fine letter from Winfred which I shall answer soon. I don’t have time tonight as I must go and [visit]
this man again. Have written to Arthur today.
Howard & Olive are with the sick, and
George too. Louise & I are in the
house for a few minutes. The girls
intended to write.
Yours,
Father
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